I need to be strong
And I need to move on with my life
You know it's not that I don't care
So don't make me feel bad
It's not fair
You know it's not easy to do
Turning my back on me and you
Smiles they turned into tears
And all of my dreams
They all disappeared
It's funny how things turn around
Personal Belongings. Who likes to share? No one. I always thought that life was like black and white. Until when I grew older, and experienced things that my parents never taught me how to respond or handle, I risked and gambled and tried to play fate. Did things that I never thought I would do since young. Ambitions of being a teacher were totally casted out of the window because I told myself to study hard to get out of school as soon as possible and not study hard, get out of school and get back into the education system - that's like suicide. The older I grew, the more cynical I got about life because all the beautiful things in life are NOT free and therefore, being not rich, I suffer. Perhaps, it's just the perception. My perception of life seems to be pretty tainted all thanks to the education system and the way of life in Singapore. Can't blame me. Brought up in such an environment, it's hard to not adapt.
Okay, I sound very cynical now. And I don't like. Now it's back to Darcy.
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